The I of the Old
My life is no longer about the world and its subsequent-imaginary art
But about me, as a vessel and how God has comforted my heart
I’m no longer drowning from the profoundest void of my desperation
I came out with a new spirit; born to this… A brand new creation
I’m no longer the man I used to be; but re-drawn onto a different mold
The “I” of the old became just a memory; of my alter-ego’s… Gold
If you can only see me now, you’ll see the hunger bursting; all over my face
Like a great fire burning at the very core, of my soul; nothing else can replace
Just as if, watching the eye of a needle, inside a riddle; watching a giant storm
And then suddenly, here comes the thunder, shrieking with his lightning arm
As far as how spiritually, my soul and I can be, our journey has just begun
But at least we already know the way and truth; that’s in God’s only son
I am telling you the truth, I am as alive as I will ever be; no longer a dreamer
For my heart and mind is now at faith with Jesus; my one and only, redeemer
By: Wilbert Dela Cruz
5/3/17
Copyright © Wilbert Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2017
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